mobydyke: the mountain goats make music for people who spent their entire lives convinced they would die before they were 17 except now they’re 26 and they have a job and friends and hobbies and they’re not sure what they’re[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
tumblr_qqinxvpnHz1vfuylko1 ramblingsarah: thetrial: couldn’t stop thinking about this post gotta lie down every time I remember this recording and the post about it
lesbianshepard: Up The Wolves The Mountain GoatsCome, Come to the Sunset Tree I’m gonna get myself in fighting trimScope out every angle of unfair advantageI’m gonna bribe the officals, I’m gonna kill all the judgesIt’s gonna take you people years[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
a-doctor-not-a-fangirl: This Year by The Mountain Goats // Dishes in the Sink by David Showalter
nyxtalksmusic: You Or Your Memory by The Mountain Goats As clear as day, Lord, if I make it through tonightThen I will mend my waysAnd walk the straight path to the end of my days
artbulls: less than a month to go boys
I can feel it in the rotten air tonight In the tips of my fingers, in the skin on my face In the weak last gasp of the evening’s dying light In the way those eyes I’ve always loved illuminate[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I can feel it in the rotten air tonight In the tips of my fingers, in the skin on my face In the weak last gasp of the evening’s dying light In the way those eyes I’ve always loved illuminate[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
dysaniadisorder: a-doctor-not-a-fangirl: Training Montage by The Mountain Goats // Spirit Hold 2 by Holly Warburton [ID: A painting of a person in a large blue coat and long black hair, standing seemingly in a field, a ghost standing in front[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
dysaniadisorder: scatterghosts: Training Montage by The Mountain Goats // Spirit Hold 2 by Holly Warburton [ID: A painting of a person in a large blue coat and long black hair, standing seemingly in a field, a ghost standing in front[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I can feel it in the rotten air tonight In the tips of my fingers, in the skin on my face In the weak last gasp of the evening’s dying light In the way those eyes I’ve always loved illuminate[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…